July 1st, Friday
“The birds are mute, but merry children play
And laugh and sing the livelong summer day”

I have had to let Maggie go home as she has had news that her mother is very ill. Poor girls, she and Letty are very distressed. We had tennis today in spite of it raining at intervals all the afternoon and the court being under water all the morning. The weather is distracting us and this elegant painting by Baroness Blanche is to show what we are suffering.
My poor man is under canvas and he writes in despair and indeed the cold is so vile added to the damp that this evening we had a fire.

July 2nd
Much depression in garden and farm. The hay of most people this year will be ruined. The Rector’s, Hall’s and Mother’s was cut on the same day and has been rained on every day since.

July 3rd, Sunday
Torrents all day. Prayers today in church for fine weather as everyone is in despair for their crops.

July 4th, Monday
The sun, the sun, the blessed sun! It is a treat but looks very uncertain. This morning I picked 13 lbs of strawberries and did a lot of flowers, the sweet peas being perfect now. I chased round doing flower staking and tying assisted by William Gamble, an erstwhile negro servant of Mother’s who turned up today quite unexpectedly! Maggie writes bad news of her mother.

July 5th
Mother and Walter set off for Bournemouth to stay with the Macleans for Aviation Week. I was asked too but Maggie being away makes it impossible.

July 6th
I cannot say I have enjoyed today having had sole charge of the children. It has been gloomy weather.

July 7th
I have been very busy staking and tying hundreds of plants today which the rude and unsummerlike wind had blown about. The day has been fine and one does welcome the sun these sunless days. The children and I went down to the hayfield after tea and romped about, much to their delight. All three got into a waggon and had rides round the field and then made garlands round their hats.

July 8th
Picked 13lbs of blackcurrants, then packed and came away to Amesbury where Mr Boyce met me. (Wynne is visiting old haunts around Bulford).

July 9th
It seems so odd to be staying in this house which I came and looked at for the Boyces before either were married. We are just off riding and I am to have my dear old Jacob and we go up to watch the shooting and have lunch with Herbert afterwards. It was ripping being up in that dear place again seeing all the soldiers, guns and horses once more. H introduced me to General Smith Dorrien, a pleasant nice looking man with whom I talked awhile. I saw also Major Ross Johnson, and old man Anderson both looking the same as ever also old Col Duffus. He came down home in the evening as the Boyces have asked him over and to dinner came Major Oldfield and that nice old maid Major Johnston whom I beg to get married and otherwise annoy.